We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I realize I have done done a little ground breaking with my fiction.
I will say it was largely situational which caused it to happen. It was a big surprise to me. Yes there was great ambition, but the world around me gave me amazing assistance.
How does the little crocodiles
With their shining teeth
Find a swamp to dream in
Where the fish are
Lovely fishes from fishy kingdoms
How the wind would blow them in
Like spirits from the trees
Somewhere in a swamp
The crocodiles dream.
Find a swamp to dream in
Where the fish are
Lovely fishes from fishy kingdoms
How the wind would blow them in
Like spirits from the trees
Somewhere in a swamp
The crocodiles dream.
The leaking faucet was fixed
Sky was so blue
As if the possible
Was expanding new sounds
Soon the clouds will give way
Those dark clouds
Let the sun shine please
Through the doors
Though the windows
And into my room
The room within me.
As if the possible
Was expanding new sounds
Soon the clouds will give way
Those dark clouds
Let the sun shine please
Through the doors
Though the windows
And into my room
The room within me.
There is no ready just when.
It means the drinks
Offer the same
Then later to flow faster
Backing from danger
The experience
The experiment
All signs point to:
Maximum joy.
Offer the same
Then later to flow faster
Backing from danger
The experience
The experiment
All signs point to:
Maximum joy.
Melt with me.
Night was long and sweet
Not knowing exactly as a dead clock
Hands dangling like rotting flowers
In a panorama of melting colors
Into a world of wonders
Sex seems like a cloud of pastels
Eyes full of heaven
The winter snow was gone
Hold on
Hold on
Don't let go
Play the very best songs.
Not knowing exactly as a dead clock
Hands dangling like rotting flowers
In a panorama of melting colors
Into a world of wonders
Sex seems like a cloud of pastels
Eyes full of heaven
The winter snow was gone
Hold on
Hold on
Don't let go
Play the very best songs.
Mine oh my
I hear this sigh
In a hidden garden
It is me
Holding a dream
Wishing drips onto the land
For we to me
Our source of passion
Hands merging into people
Somethings slip away
Yet the creation of the day
Is more creation
Walking on air with
The beauty of calm.
In a hidden garden
It is me
Holding a dream
Wishing drips onto the land
For we to me
Our source of passion
Hands merging into people
Somethings slip away
Yet the creation of the day
Is more creation
Walking on air with
The beauty of calm.
I could..
Thoughts to please
Pink if you please
As like a drink I know
If Santa could be here now
Would he be wearing a crown
It runs on the grass
Making so sound
She hears only soft music now
Within the chambers of her heart
A caste according feelings
Lazy days along creeks
Day dreaming.
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